One More Chance

THIS SMALL TOWN ISN’T BIG ENOUGH FOR THE TWO OF US

I left that hockey player in my rear-view mirror fifteen years ago.
If he thinks I’m going to fall at his feet because he’s paid millions to chase a puck around some frozen water, he’s got another thing coming.
No matter how hard he tries, there’s no way in hell I’m giving that grade A you-know-what, a second chance. I don’t care if he’s got the sexiest eight pack I’ve ever seen, or that his crystal blue eyes pierce into my soul.
Sure, he may be a big shot superstar now, but I remember who he was, and people don’t change.
Right?
If I had my way, I would never set eyes on him again; but for now, I’m stuck walking down the aisle with the man who broke my heart.